When I have started recording part of lyrics I wrote down some time ago, I thuoght why not finish it myself in form I had on mind? Eggman’s version is techno, while this here is appearently rap, or maybe even hip-hop. His version has a load more effects and is generally more “powerful”, but this one has all the lyrics I wrote, ordered in their original way (so they actually DO rhyme). Here are the lyrics:
[humming]
Okay, let’s go!
Hey yo, welcome in the Turtemple, dawg!
Yo ready fo’ some sand adventure? Ah.
Yo, yo. (Yo, yo.)
Come on, come on! That’s right!
The sun is shining, wish it wasn’t so d**n high,
It’s so freaking hot that you would eventually die.
In the sands of this planet there are churches deep inside,
Temples growing dust, enormous, high and wide,
Chants moaning in the desert’s sandstorms
And you begin to wonder where are all the sandworms,
Quicksands and stones, and even lava flowing,
There are tracks in the sand, do you wonder where they’re going?
Scorpions bite your feet, still in pain you have to duck,
Turtles profane their own statues, try to hit your back.
Gods of the war sadly always are misunderstood
All those idiots fight the visitors, believing grantly each one would
Become the saint,
In thoughts they see a mount of gold, a TV show and silver statue
And now you see what does Turtemple mean,
The reason’s all for fight, so they can catch you!
The sun is shining, wish it wasn’t so d**n high,
It’s so freaking hot that you would eventually die.
In the sands of this planet there are churches deep inside,
Temples growing dust, enormous, high and wide,
Atmosphere’s so thick and the water is so rare,
No plants so far, hey, go further, will you dare?
The place is tuff, ‘cause opportunities assemble,
The true sandy hell, that you can call Turtemple!
[humming]
Jazz Jackrabbit!
Atmosphere’s so thick and the water is so rare,
No plants so far, hey, go further, will you dare?
The place is tuff, ‘cause opportunities assemble,
The true sandy hell, that you can call Turtemple!
Rolling rocks, that fall right from the sky,
Parts of some cliffs, maybe temples, maybe… nay,
Riplled air, at least no trees make clearer vision.
I can’t see any lake, man, this place is a submission!
Radical change comes suddenly in the night
Fifty degrees colder, your organism can’t stand it right,
Sandstorms so fast, never meeting an obstacle,
they can rip your flesh from bones, what you’ll feel is ain’t a tackle.
Camps so obscure, they are almost unnoticable,
Turtles rest inside, your eyes better not be too unreliable.
They’ve got hoverboards, so you better have one too,
Turtemple is unfair… yo!
The sun is shining, wish it wasn’t so d**n high,
It’s so freaking hot that you would eventually die.
In the sands of this planet there are churches deep inside,
Temples growing dust, enormous, high and wide,
Atmosphere’s so thick and the water is so rare,
No plants so far, hey, go further, will you dare?
The place is tuff, ‘cause opportunities assemble,
The true sandy hell, that you can call Turtemple!
[scratching]
And now, a special news report from the native lifeform!
The place is just one neverending desert,
You go all the way and everything seems the same,
You see a building and then all you’ve got is ruins,
It’s all so dull that places here dun have a name.
And ever since Turtle Terrorists came here
I haven’t seen my best friend Catherine… That’s right,
I was born on Turtemple, I was raised on Turtemple
Yet I still rest the case that life here isn’t simple!
The sun is shining, wish it wasn’t so d**n high,
It’s so freaking hot that you would eventually die.
In the sands of this planet there are churches deep inside,
Temples growing dust, enormous, high and wide,
Atmosphere’s so thick and the water is so rare,
No plants so far, hey, go further, will you dare?
The place is tuff, ‘cause opportunities assemble,
The true sandy hell, that you can call Turtemple!
Turtemple! [echo fade]
The true sandy hell, that you can call Turtemple!
Turtemple! [echo fade]
Scratches and old radio effect by Dr. Eggman a.k.a. Luigi Elettrico. One new melody part by AcId. Arkardo gave some suggestions to make the lyrics more groovy.
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